Lana and Debbie took me to my chambers when
the party broke up. Both of them were beside themselves with excitement at the
prospect of really being with a man, not a dildo, as in the past. They gently
tucked me into bed, then slipped away, and left me sleeping.
I woke before dawn the next day and found a
note by the front door from the women. It was signed by them and was basically
just their names, listed in the order they agreed would enjoy my company. The
first was Lana. I wondered what sort of duress she'd used putting herself
first.
She was still asleep when I slid between the
sheets of her bed, and began to tease her gently and incessantly.
*** *** *** *** ***
As she was becoming aware of her
surroundings, she also became aware of the fire developing between her legs.
Lana's body was responding automatically, when she recognized she was about to
loose control to the ecstasy of sexual climax. She cried out in surprise, or
maybe fear, as her body took her to heights of passion and pleasure she had
never known before.
Lana's body returned control to her as she
lay panting to catch her breath. She was amazed by the quantity of oily sweat,
which covered her entire body when she finally regained her senses. She soon
discovered how weak and relaxed the exertion of climax left her. She languished
dreamily in the flow of her afterglow as I moved above her and filled her warm,
wonderfully slippery man trap.
Lana responded to the penetration by raising
her legs, to roll her hips up to me, and I rode her easily for several minutes.
Her eyes opened and closed in time with the rhythm of our coupling and her lips
slowly curled into contented smile.
The effect on Lana was almost instant, as her
body took her away again on waves of physical ecstasy. She was still riding the
climax when I lost control, as my body responded to hers. It was only a few
moments of real time, but for us it was eternity compressed into the space of
our coupled sexual organs. We laid together for some time in the warmth of our
mutual satisfaction.
It seemed like only moments had passed after
our coupling, when the noise of the awakening tower made itself known. As I
left her bed, Lana murmured her thanks, and I told her it was I who was in debt
to her. She reached out a touch my cock as I wrapped myself in my skirt.
Lana softly murmured, "Such a
beautiful...."
She feel soundly asleep, content and
fulfilled, while the sperm within her raced their way to a waiting egg, intent
on only one thing in their warm, dark, wet, world.
Survival.
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